Disclaimer: The glorious canvas of Middle-earth is Tolkien’s – Kortirion draws on the pavement.
She sees him.
I know she does.
I know she is tempted, as Master Elrond doubtless was, though he shields his thoughts too carefully for me to do more than guess.
And what would I be? Lord of Light and Life? Restoring the great greenwoods to all of Middle-earth... until there was no pasture, no corn-fields, no interlopers... nothing but my endless swathes of glorious trees... I could do it – with her at my side. We could rule all, and all would bow down...
But trees rot and wither... as would my heart. Better to remain untarnished... to be Silver-tree.